Essay on Creative Writing: The Crack Of Dawn

The Crack Of Dawn…..By Dean Fearon Walking, out of the door, I saw the moon in the distance. Harmlessly, I stood there sobbing the moon, was glistening as bright as the sun would and It was so luminous I could see the reflection of myself and the monstrous red creature in the shadows of the snowy woods. I couldn’t think straight as the scenes of people being murdered replayed over and over in my dismayed head, and the sounds of dogs howling as they were searching for us, the meant to be perished people that had escaped that cerebral place.
Turning, back into the abandoned wooden house I shut the door only to hear the thunderous echo of the door…